Love and Hate

Love and Hate

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Ariel Marie Brown got the life most girls dream of a Benz in the driveway, a mansion in the hills, and a best friend that's more like a sister. But behind the filters and fly fits is a girl still healing from things she never talks about. Oakland raised her, but the pain shaped her. She's loyal, sharp-tongued, and guarded until he shows up, flipping her world and testing every boundary she ever set. Love was never in the plan. Neither was betrayal. This ain't no fairytale. It's a story of real love, real hurt, and the war between choosing peace or choosing payback. Because sometimes the line between love and hate is razor-thin and Ariel's about to walk it.
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" 'Cause if I know you see me falling, You'll be right there to pick me up" Liyah never meant to fall this fast. She's the shy-but-outgoing type - the kind of girl who laughs things off, bites her tongue, and lets stuff slide just to keep the peace. Communication isn't her strong suit, and standing up for herself never came easy. But when Kayzon walks into her life, everything she thought she knew about protecting her heart gets complicated. Kayzon's got his own story - one written in pain, loss, and walls too high for most people to climb. His past made him hard, quiet, and guarded, but somehow, Liyah gets past the surface. She makes him feel seen again. Safe, even. What starts as late-night conversations and lazy afternoons in her dorm turns into something deeper, something neither of them expected. But when two people carrying their own kind of hurt collide, love doesn't always heal - sometimes, it exposes. Did they move too fast, or did they just find each other at the wrong time?

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